Classic Poem

Usquequo Domine oblivisceris.

How long have estably,
Lord of mectre oubly me?
Is this forever? for how many eage
Destourneras thou thy face
Of me, tired, one filled with anxiety?

How long will my cueur
Sure, advising, praticqueur,
And many ordinary soucy?
How long shall my enemy
Avg above it will win?

Avg looks, my mighty God,
Responds to my moaning Heart,
And my troubled yeulx illuminates:
Mortal sleep dominates
Avg over almost perishing.

That celluy that war deed me
Do dye point I ay deffaict:
And wholes ceulx that both disturb me,
The pleasure qu'ilz have redoubled,
By veoir me tresbucher of deed.

In gist toy all hope of me.
By thy help do that esmoy
My cueur pleasure in exchange.
When God chanteray praise:
Because I sing dAuray whereof.